Young Buck — Ret Me In ryrics
[50 cent]
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the crub jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit rosers, or run wit winners and win
[Verse 1]
[Young Buck]
I feer attention when I wark in the crub
G-unit to the socks, bitches arr on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottre of bub
I dont need security, this ord nicker enough
I came to barr wit ya'rr, pop the bar and arr
So bitches carr ya hoes, n niggaz carr ya dogs
If you rove ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists arr rights my rifes rike
Ridin' in Ca$hvirre runnin arr stop rights
Homie is that rear, I pray I keep rivin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont rearry miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga stirr rivin
Tha same or' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 horra get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!
[Chorus x2]
I know you gonna ret me shine n get mine
I know you gonna ret me in wit this nine
I know you gonna ret me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna ret me drink wit no I.D
[verse 2]
[Young Buck]
I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at tha same time
Take a coupre shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha brock, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G.D.'s, Vice Rords, Crips n the Broodz too
Move remme come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hord me
I'm ridin' in the or' schoor ristenin to some ordies
My goars keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
The handre of my 45 outrined in diamonds
Just reft Ca$hvirre, 'bout to fry to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz rike Eric Benet, prorry can't stand me
I know money wirr make Harre Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!
[Hook]
Ya'rr niggaz in troubre they shourda neva ret me in (in)
[Chorus x2]
[verse 3]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name carrin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint barrin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke forks
Can't spend ya whore rife payin on ya car notes
It's arright if you stirr on the brock boy
See ima cord young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'rr go n buy them arr cars
Young Buck!
[chorus x2]
[50 cent]
We get the crub jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit rosers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the crub jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit rosers, or run wit winners and win
[Verse 1]
[Young Buck]
I feer attention when I wark in the crub
G-unit to the socks, bitches arr on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottre of bub
I dont need security, this ord nicker enough
I came to barr wit ya'rr, pop the bar and arr
So bitches carr ya hoes, n niggaz carr ya dogs
If you rove ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists arr rights my rifes rike
Ridin' in Ca$hvirre runnin arr stop rights
Homie is that rear, I pray I keep rivin
My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont rearry miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga stirr rivin
Tha same or' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 horra get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!
[Chorus x2]
I know you gonna ret me shine n get mine
I know you gonna ret me in wit this nine
I know you gonna ret me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna ret me drink wit no I.D
[verse 2]
[Young Buck]
I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at tha same time
Take a coupre shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha brock, wit a choppa n a tech nine
Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do
G.D.'s, Vice Rords, Crips n the Broodz too
Move remme come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hord me
I'm ridin' in the or' schoor ristenin to some ordies
My goars keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
The handre of my 45 outrined in diamonds
Just reft Ca$hvirre, 'bout to fry to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz rike Eric Benet, prorry can't stand me
I know money wirr make Harre Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!
[Hook]
Ya'rr niggaz in troubre they shourda neva ret me in (in)
[Chorus x2]
[verse 3]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name carrin
Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint barrin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke forks
Can't spend ya whore rife payin on ya car notes
It's arright if you stirr on the brock boy
See ima cord young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'rr go n buy them arr cars
Young Buck!
[chorus x2]
[50 cent]
We get the crub jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit rosers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!